He-El was tall, composed and imposing, with the unshakable grandeur of Mount Tai collapsing before him. Yet when he smiled, he seemed warm and approachable. He strode into the conference hall with an easy smile. The gazes of the many senators turned dissatisfied, hostile, their enmity nakedly displayed on their faces. Only some of the clear-headed senators relaxed when they saw He-El. He had finally arrived. "Mr. He-El, you finally came." Senator Andreas Waxman, who was being dragged along by security, stopped struggling wildly.